This is a song about "Big booty hos"

Make martin luther tell god i'm the future for heaven's talent

Rollin blunt after blunt, prowlin down town on that big booty hunt,

A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there

Nobody will fuckin test me cause these hos wont even dare

So pretty mama make that booty accessible,

They play musical chairs once i'm on that pedestal

I eat big. i dream big. i need big

Superfly, opposite of basic

Me and my homies, kick it like everyday

Phone in her back pocket made her booty call to say

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

My last challenger said "sorry youre right bro" told all the hos its a typo!

Hit me up for a booty call.

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

No snakes, royalty hating niggas don’t get no pussy

Big ass grabing on that booty, a lil diffrent is how my crew be,